Chapter 18 : Kiss

Yena, freed from the shackles of hypnosis, is recklessly pouring out all her pent-up desires.

Gripping my wrists and chin tightly—

What… is this…?

I can’t… resist…

“Nghh, hngg…!”

When Yena’s tongue licked a place mine could never reach,

I even felt a tingling shudder in my lower stomach.

Instinctively, I realized—this must be a woman’s real pleasure.

Thinking it was dangerous to stay like this, I tried pushing her away in a panic, but Yena effortlessly pinned down both my wrists with just one hand.

She briefly glanced at my wrists, then locked eyes with me again.

Her gaze seemed to say, “What do you think you’re doing?”

A sharp look, like she was punishing a misbehaving child.

Her tongue, having explored every corner of my mouth, now grew bored and sought new prey.

Ah—

“Nghh! Mmph!”

Her tongue coiled around mine, trapping it.

I… can’t move my tongue…

Ugh… what’s… happening…

So when you get too excited, even your tongue stiffens?

In that numb, helpless state, I was utterly ravaged.

A kiss that violated me while my body—no, my tongue—was stiff and immobile.

Her tongue wrapped tightly around mine.

My rigid tongue, led entirely by her, squelched wetly as it surrendered.

“Mmmph, schlurp…!”

S-Stop… this…

It’s weird… so weird…

Just the thought of our mucous membranes touching had already made my vision flicker and blur long before.

And now, as if adding insult to injury, she tangled her tongue with mine.

The sensation was nothing short of violent.

Yet it was so intense and perverse that I lost all sense of what was happening, letting her drag me along helplessly.

My whole body grew increasingly limp.

My eyes half-closed on their own, and my thrashing wrists finally stilled.

“Nghh, slurp… Mmmph…!”

Sensing my body fully yielding, she loosened her grip on my wrists.

With a soft thud, the restraint vanished, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around Yena’s neck.

Wasn’t it the tip of the tongue that’s the most sensitive part?

After teasing everywhere else, Yena studied my reactions through our locked gaze, then zeroed in on the tip of my tongue with relentless focus.

If I tried to move my tongue away from the strange sensation, she’d chase it down like a ghost and seize it again.

Our breaths mingled, the dizzying haze never fading.

Pleasure spread through my sensitive spots like ink in water, and each wave made my body twitch and tremble.

“Hngg…!”

My hips shook uncontrollably, and my arms tightened around her neck.

As if sensing it, Yena smiled sweetly and sped up, rubbing her tongue against mine faster.

“Nghh, schlick! Mmmph…!”

A realization hit me—

I was just one step away.

What… happens after this?

I’m scared.

I’m happy.

Hold me…

Then, like a snake retreating, her tongue vanished in an instant.

With a wet pop, she sucked on my lower lip— even giving it a light bite.

The new pleasure stabbed through my brain like a hot iron, and before I could even make a sound—

“Hahhk…! Hyahhk…!”

I came.

“Pahh…”

“Haahh, hngg…! Hahk…! Schlp…!”

Our lips parted, strands of sticky saliva stretching between them like in a cartoon.

Gasping for air, I tried my best to sear the sight of Yena’s glistening lips into my mind.

The way she loomed over me, dominating me, was so beautiful that I wanted to surrender completely—no thoughts, just obedience.

“Nghh… hngg…”

“You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Snff, ueeh…! Sob…!”

I swallowed the drool threatening to spill.

What… how did I end up like this…?

Ah… hypnosis…

“P-Promise me… pleease…”

“Pfft, okay. I will.”

“Good…”

A drowsy warmth settled over me as I lay beneath her, my eyelids growing heavier…

Ding— Ding—

The school bell signaling the end of first period woke me from my sleep.

My mind was still foggy.

…My lower half felt damp.

I reached down and lifted my skirt to check.

My panties were soaked with a cold fluid.

Blinking groggily, I stared at the wetness on my fingers.

“Ugh, it’s slippery…”

Sticky… so sticky.

I rubbed my fingers together.

Even my own fingers felt lewd.

I hated how wet I was down there.

‘Should I just take them off…?’

Gross… ugh…

Why did I even sleep in these?

Yeah. I’ll just take them off and go back to sleep.

I slipped my hand under my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my panties—then, deciding against it, gathered both my skirt and panties in one hand.

Just as I was about to pull them down—

“Huh…? KYAAAAAH!”

“…Damn.” My eyes met Yena’s.

The moment I saw her sitting there, staring at my lower half, I yanked my skirt back up in a panic—it had already slid halfway down my thighs.

‘This damn pervert…! For real…!’

One hand clutched my chest, the other covered below as I shrieked:

“Wh-why are you here?!”

“……”

The damp panties clung uncomfortably, sending a gross sensation up my spine.

Too overwhelmed by shame, betrayal, and shock to even process the discomfort, I lashed out.

“Wh-what were you doing watching someone sleep?! That’s a cr—”

“……”

Yena stayed eerily quiet.

Her gaze was… vacant.

“Ah, wait. Are you… still under hypnosis?”

“……”

“…Yena. Give me your hand.”

“Okay.”

I held out my dry hand, and she obediently took it.

Which meant… right now—

“Ghk—”

The memories I’d been too dazed to recall suddenly clicked into place.

I’d hypnotized her to act on her desires…

Then she pinned my wrists above my head and—that kiss…

‘My… first kiss…’

After the kiss, I must’ve passed out.

Ugh…

So how long has Yena been…?

A chill ran down my spine. I glanced at the clock—study hall was almost over.

“Uh… how many hours…?”

“……”

“You’ve just been… sitting here for at least an hour?”

Sure, she’d been domineering earlier, but…

That was just her unleashing pent-up urges under my command.

In other words… the real Yena had been holding back all this time…

‘For… my sake?’

Guilt flooded my chest.

Yena’s body trembled slightly—she must’ve been struggling.

The fact that she was staying silent meant it was bad.

“…Yena. Does anything hurt?”

“Mhm, I’m fine… Well, my shoulders are a bit stiff.”

“Ah! L-let me massage them!”

I’d found something I could do.

Not that I forgave her for what she did.

But… it was under my orders…

And I’d get payback later…

Yeah. For now, I’ll massage her shoulders.

She’s my wife—I should take care of her.

What a kind master and husband I am…

Ahem. For now, a massage will do.

“Want me to rub your shoulders?”

“……”

“Uh… You can be honest.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Okay…! Hehe.”

As I moved behind her to sit—

“…Can you do it from the front?”

“Huh? Oh, uh… I guess?”

“…You said to be honest.”

“R-right, yeah…!”

Flustered by her sudden request, I stumbled over my words.

‘Is she just saying whatever she wants now?’

She never did this before…

Wait—has she?

…I’m confused.

Whatever.

Facing her sounds nice anyway.

I circled around and sat on Yena’s thighs.

“Ah, cold—!”

“…Pfft.”

Oh, right.

My panties… still wet.

The chill seeped through as soon as I sat on her.

“What do I… Uh, ahem. Yena… by any chance—”

“…My bag.”

“Hm?”

“Open it.”

“O-okay.”

Inside her bag, alongside a few books—

A pair of jeans.

And a fresh pair of panties.

“Wh—why do you have these?!”

“Yours. Returning them.”

“Mine…?”

“Mhm.”

“Ah…! From that time at the movies…? I left them behind?”

“Yep.”

After our movie date…

I’d walked out without my soaked panties and jeans.

We’d fought—I was too upset to remember.

The pieces fell into place.

As my panic faded, a weird sense of pride took its place.

‘You… carried these around just to return them?’

‘Every day? Seriously?’

God.

Let’s get married.

You’re too perfect…

Wait, focus.

Gotta undo the hypnosis and leave.

First—clothes.

“T-turn around…”

“Here. A handkerchief.”

“Uh… thanks…”

I took it without thinking.

Probably meant for wiping.

Wait.

This is…

Her handkerchief. On my lower half—

“Eek…!”

“…?”

“J-just turn around! Don’t look, ever—!”

I shook my head violently, shooing the thought away.

Yena obediently turned at my command.

Once confirmed, I turned too and pulled down my skirt.

Peeling off the damp panties, I wiped myself with the handkerchief and slipped into the fresh pair.

“Phew…”

Well, I’ll need a proper shower at home.

But this’ll do for now.

I called Yena back to face me.

The discarded panties and skirt went haphazardly into my bag.

“Wh-what are you staring at?! Close your eyes, now!”

I scolded her for eyeing my panties.

Somehow, the ordeal ended.

Thanks, Yena…

Pulling out my phone, I spoke while tapping the screen.

“I’ll return the handkerchief tomorrow, so don’t overthink it. Got it?”

“Okay.”

“And… forget everything that happened today. We just studied.”

“Okay. I’ll forget.”

I showed her the screen, releasing the hypnosis.

Haaah… What a long day…

Once the trance lifted—

Yena’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she said something absurd.

“Why are you wearing jeans?”

“Ahaha… Well, uh—Yena. Look here for a sec?”

“Mm…”

Tch— Didn’t think that through.

Hypnosis it is.

“Hypnosis… release!”

“…We’re almost done, so pack up and get ready to go.”

“Okay…!”

“Haaah…”

We agreed to walk home together.

As I packed my bag, Yena chattered about how we should study separately tomorrow, how she felt bad for not teaching me enough today, etc.

I half-listened, nodding along until we reached my place.

Click—

The door shut. I faceplanted onto the bed.

‘……’

That dominating kiss—her on top, me pinned—kept replaying in my head.

I thought I’d lose my mind.

I barely remember what I even said.

‘Yena probably won’t remember any of it…’

…What a shame.